There's no New Hampshires left I'll bet the boardwalk's next There's no New York There's no more Cork To set the bottle west, yeah
There's no more rodeo There's no place else to go There's no one left to lie to But my car Ah...
There is no place like Penny Lane There's no more yesterday But something in the way you move me Keeps me moving on From day to day
There's no more oyster bar There's no more Ringo Starr There's no one left to love But you and me
There's no more Mr. Wrong There's no more mystery And nothing left That's less Than you from me
There's nothing left to fight, aw... There's only black and white And when you're west of me, oh-oh And when you're west of me U.C.L.A.
Ooh... Ooh... Ooh... Ooh...
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